l know that one special person who has the ability to set our pulse racing just by showing up. The one you crush on harder than a row of cherries in a slot game.
It happened from the moment I laid eyes on him. There was just something about him that caused my heart pound and my nerves to bunch. I found it hard to be around him and yet, I wanted nothing more.
It’s like the X-factor in potential lovers.
A few years after we’d first met, I ran into him at a club. I was about twenty-years-old, fresh out of a relationship and hadn’t seen him around for the longest of times. I was excited to see him.
The scene was typical — music, friends, drinks … crowded bar. The bourbon did nothing to ease the instant body-rush he induced.
“Wow!” he said. His crystal-like eyes glued on me; blonde hair a sexy vision. My heart was a cannon. “You’re beautiful.”
I tried to ignore my sweaty palms. “Thanks.”
Then he made the move I’ll never forget — he swaggered closer, pushing himself between me and the person sitting beside me. Lips like seduction smiled. “I’m going to marry you someday.”
I was speechless. By the time I was able to think of something vaguely intelligent to say, it was too late. Next thing I knew was the feel of lips pressing against mine. Mmm. I was utterly blown.
“See you, beautiful,” he grinned. My pulse felt like an explosion as I watched him walk from the club, dragging my lips behind him.
Three years later, I married his younger brother.